She walks into camp a few feet behind Ellie, biting her bottom lip so hard she's shocked it's not bleeding. The both of them are silent, the only sound the scrape of their shoes and the occasional clatter of one of their packs being adjusted.

Say something, she thinks desperately, but her throat is locked tight and she doesn't know anything she could say that would take back any of the shit she just spewed. And maybe she's not sure she wants to do that, yet. But the thought continues, say something say something say something, and then they're back in camp, and she can't.

Clarisse drops off the stuff she's scavenged, finds Abby near the fire and sits beside her, so close their legs are almost touching. It's a fucking cowardly thing to do, since it's the easiest way to ensure that Ellie stays away from her, but she also just wants to sit next to somebody who won't ask her any questions.

She stares down at her hands and picks blood out from underneath her fingernails.